There aren’t going to be very many perfect fall nights left this year so we’ve gotta take advantage of them while they are here.
More and more people are finding out about how amazing Megan’s bootcamp classes are and they are turning into one huge party each time. I’m trying to keep up with the ‘more squats than miles’ thing to get stronger and to keep injury free during marathon training.
The joy of the other person living in your home loving broccoli as much as you do… she doesn’t mind that I roast it and make the whole house smell like broccoli because of it. Veggies + turkey burgers + apples/almond butter for dinner.
The skeleton pajamas are back and better than ever.
The current book that brooke wants to read 40 times in a row before bedtime.
And for some reason these things are my night snack lately while I blog. I might need a new keyboard because of all of the crumbs that have fallen into it.
Turns out my nights are now booked up for the next few weeks as I watch every single episode of Suits. Already love it.
PS I bought my very first ever rain/snow boots to help me get excited for winter and they just arrived yesterday—> here (the navy/graphite ones). I wore them around the house all night because that is normal behavior.
Brooke is teaching me a thing or two about racing strategy—> in order to beat your competitor simply run right in front of them so that they have to move you out of the way each time. She does it every time and giggles the whole way.
Something I’ve been thinking about——> With all of my dr visits over the last few weeks I stepped onto the scale backwards every single time I was there. It’s been years since I have struggled with my old disordered eating/exercise stuff yet I still get on the scale backwards and I have no idea what the number says. I get on backwards still because I just don’t like the scale. There were many years in the past where I would get on the scale daily and I would let that little piece of metal wreck my day/thoughts with whatever it read back to me. It just takes me back to a place that I don’t like remembering if that makes sense?! I know that as long as I am eating healthy (my healthy involves treats too), sleeping enough and exercising then I am right where my body wants to be and I’m happy where I am at (if anything I’m bummed I’ve lost muscle because of the ulcer stuff) and where I have been over the last few years. Maybe it is strange that the scale stresses me out but it just brings back old memories and if I can skip those memories then I am just going to and fill my brain with positive thoughts rather than the old ones. I know there are people that the scale doesn’t bother them one bit and that it is a great tool but for me it was a trigger so I just leave it be.
I really wanted to hear about what your past has been with scales and where you are at now in the comments!! How often do you weigh yourself?
Any Suits fans?
Current favorite nighttime snack?
Long run or race this weekend? Details please!